Kika Hatzopoulou

In this heart-pounding, much-anticipated sequel to Threads That Bind, Io will face threats even more dangerous and players even more powerful as she discovers what it will mean to follow—or defy—her fate. It’s been five weeks since Io left Alante to follow the golden thread, and she’s no closer to finding the god on the other end. She spends her days in constant, grueling travel and her nights worrying over the fate-thread she shares with Edei—which seems to be fraying. Making matters worse, she and Bianca soon realize that their only lead has shaken them off, snapped the golden thread, and disappeared. But not before Io gathers some crucial clues. Her investigation leads her to a new mystery, a rash of sibling disappearances across the Wastelands that seems to be connected to the murders in Alante. And all signs point to Nanzy, the golden city, as the center of the whole conspiracy. As Io and Bianca make their way to Nanzy, they face powerful enemies, find allies new and old, and uncover a horrifying plot that traces back centuries. The more Io learns, the more she begins to suspect that the future of the world may truly rest on her shoulders. But she will have to determine how much of the future is her choice—and how much is simply her fate.

Hearts That Cut

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“We are ruled by the shape of our longing,” he said. “By threads that bind and hearts that cut, through tender flesh and deep into the bone. The choice is yours, as you said. But I implore you: choose peace, whatever form it might take for you.”

Io didn’t have the indulgence of forgiveness, the luxury of safety. Io knew, with absolute clarity, that tolerating violence was a violence in itself. 

Staying still is rot and death…The more you stand still, the more the world finds obstacles to place in your way.

Fate was powerful. Fate was deadly. Fate could topple gods. 

A professional breaker of hearts, once more.

But perhaps, these hearts were supposed to be broken. Perhaps this faith was undeserved. Perhaps what came after heartbreak was just as important: when you rose on one knee, then the other, and stood. When you realized that you could piece yourself back together, little by little, slowly and painfully. You might not be whole ever again, but you would survive, and that was—that was salvation, in its true form. 

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